There is no play in the ropes, which just adds tothe distress, as it is further proof that these are villains who havetied people before. They are con...ident enough to leave her standingthere, in a semi-darkened room, without fear that she will free herselfand take vengeance on them, as she has done to so many others. It israre when a super-heroine is captured, alone and in a villain's power.Heroines are quick and resourceful, fully able to not only defendthemselves, but to bring others to. She was so wet that all of her fingers were soaked evenbefore penetrating her pussy. Sarah grabbed onto a towel rack withher other hand and began sticking finger after finger into her cunt.Every once in a while she opened her eyes to see if anyone was comingin. "The hell with it," she grunted and quickly stripped off hershorts and cum-soaked g-string, pulling them over her white Reeboksneakers. She looked down at her cunt and realized how swollen andstretched her pussy lips had become, the lips. But Supriya aunty was also equally unique. A middle-aged 50 or 52 years old lady, fair-skinned and specs, but the most special was her boy-cut hairstyle. She took me in and asked me for tea or coffee, to which I refused. She made me have a seat while she was doing some work.She was wearing an olive green sleeveless kurti and a checked pajama. The wall of her house was decorated with many trophies and plaques. There it was, inscribed on it, Mrs. Supriya K, principal of a college.I wondered,. There was a lot of small talk, who is doing what in school; you know just general family talk around a table. When we were done, Nicole and Tammy offered to help with the dishes, but were told they were needed in the office to go over the plans.Once in the office, we sat around a fairly large conference table probably seven foot long and about three foot wide. Don unrolled his drawings and showed us the overall layout, and we went through the plans room by room. The girls gave their input about.